The indescribable Taoist Lord

Zhang Qinghe had no intention of entering the secret realm rashly. Although the Demon Suppressing King made it easy, he had no control over what would happen in the secret realm.

Even if you have a trump card to appeal to the gods, it will consume a lot of money and you will have to spend time to make up for it.

He followed Yan Xi as he walked along the long corridor of the Zhenyao Prince's Mansion, with Yan Xi leading the way silently. The mansion in Zhen'an Pass was huge, as tall as a palace wall, and intricate. It was different from ordinary mansions that were only for living. Normally, the emperor's aura unfolded, and a special aura circulated throughout the mansion.

"When I came in just now, I had a feeling that the flow of energy seemed to be following a specific trajectory... It was like..."

He could vaguely feel the aura of Dao Wen in the sky, as if countless forbidden structures were spliced ​​together. Although it usually seemed empty, the palpitations coming from the bottom of his heart made Zhang Qinghe confirm his judgment——

As if it were a vicious evil that selects people and devours them, it scans the people in the formation all the time. Once a certain mechanism is touched, it will immediately destroy the threat with an even force.

Zhang Qinghe did not dare to look at the sky, for fear of touching the true faces of the gods and goddesses high in the sky. However, within his Qi sense, he could understand a small part of those obscure Taoist texts.

This is an extremely ferocious offensive formation. Its function is not to resist and defend threats from the outside, but as if...

To suppress a certain existence within the formation...

"Ahem... Oops, after I entered the palace of Qinghe, I felt that it was really inappropriate for Qinghe, a student who participated in the training, to live here. Otherwise..."

Zhang Qinghe cleared his throat and said loudly.

Of course, he didn't really want to leave the house. Even if he had this intention, the Demon Suppressing King would not allow it.

Yan Xi looked back at Zhang Qinghe in confusion. He didn't understand what Zhang Shaolang, who was overly cautious and had a strange mind, was thinking about.

I saw the index finger of his right hand pointing to the sky, smiling, and behaving strangely.

The soul of the ancestor of Hundong can even be easily spread all over Zhen'an Pass. Zhang Qinghe is not asking Yan Xi, but he is asking Li Tuizhi for an answer.

Li Tuizhi was a little surprised on the steps. In just a short period of time, Zhang Qinghe's Taoist attainments had reached a level that was enough to see through the large formation spread over the palace.

He smiled slightly - this kid was still a little troubled, just like a frightened rabbit.

Sure enough, within a few breaths, there was a voice transmitted to Zhang Qinghe's ears.

"The formation is set up alone, and it is not because there is any danger in the palace or the secret realm. You will understand the reason when you enter the secret realm."

Zhang Qinghe put his hand down gently, but still did not move, which made Yan Xi very embarrassed.

"Zhang Shaolang..."

Zhang Qinghe knew that since the Demon Suppressing King was relieved to let him get the things, he would definitely not let anything happen to him during this period, but this formation really meant instability, and instability often brought danger.

He doesn't have the right to choose for the time being, but he still has the right to know, right? After entering the secret realm, activeness turned into passiveness, and the day lily became cold.

Li Tuizhi pondered for a moment and continued to speak——

"You can say it, but I will sort it out and come find me at this time tomorrow."

He finally figured out that Zhang Qinghe came here just to take note of the Talisman Formation, and he didn't care at all about other things such as experience rewards.

In addition, this baby is very clever and wants to eliminate any hidden threats.

Zhang Qinghe looked as usual now, and Shi Shiran saluted Yan Xi.

"General Yan, it's okay, let's continue."

Yan Xi looked at Zhang Qinghe's bewildered behavior, but immediately realized that he was arguing with the king!

He didn't know why Li Tuizhi came to Zhang Qinghe, or what he wanted to do. There are always things that should be asked and things that should not be asked in this world. Being in the military, he understood this truth better than anyone else.

Yan Xi sent Zhang Qinghe to his residence in the mansion, and then hurried to the bloody army garrison in the city. He didn't ask any questions along the way, and he only remembered the mission assigned by Li Tuizhi in his heart.

Zhang Qinghe walked into the yard and habitually observed the environment and escape route for a while.

Although there is most likely no potential danger under Li Tuizhi's nose, if there is, then studying and familiarizing with the environment is just a desperate struggle - this is not a Chang'an school, and there is no situation where a group of masters will be down at night.

But he had developed a habit, and he really couldn't feel at ease without thinking about it.

For example, at the moment, he took out the spiritual weapon long sword from the mysterious pouch and hid it in the sleeve of student Qing Yi so that he could draw it out easily without affecting the speed of drawing the sword.

He found a quiet room in the courtyard and sat silently on the futon.

"Tips..."

The words the Demon Suppressing King said to Zhang Buqi today made Zhang Qinghe's thoughts confused.

For a moment, Zhang Buqi's image became somewhat complicated and mysterious in his mind.

It is said that my mother was once the pride of the Zhao family in Tiannan...

As for his father, it now seems that he is also a great monk with unknown origins, and he cannot be said to be on the same level as the Demon Suppressor King...

Zhang Buqi sneaked into the Immortal Tang Dynasty and faked his death to escape. In his previous impression, his mother clearly had no cultivation and died of illness due to depression. The mother and son were indeed living in embarrassment at that time. Why was this?

Zhang Qinghe took a deep breath.

He spread his left hand, and an ancient brocade bag was quietly placed in his hand.

The faint spiritual breath is entangled in its somewhat yellowed fabric, allowing it to survive the washing of the years and remain to this day even after hundreds of years.

Li Tuizhi handed him the brocade bag and a corner of Bo Xuan inside, and never took it away again.

He didn't rush to open it and take a look when the Demon Suppressing King approached, but in fact, he was not at all anxious in his heart.

This was the only thing he had that could reveal Zhang Buqi's secret.

There is nothing surprising about the kit. You can buy many of them for a piece of low-grade material in an ordinary clothing store. It's just that such an ordinary material can survive for hundreds of years due to the spiritual energy imbued with it, which is enough to illustrate the person's cultivation level.

Zhang Qinghe opened the brocade bag again, took out half of the thin Xuan, and slowly unfolded the brittle pages.

"Crack..."

As the rice paper slowly unfolded, Zhang Qinghe's eyes were filled with shock——

On the paper made of such an ordinary material, there are actually living Taoist texts that are twisting and turning manically. The surly and disorderly aura seems to be about to come out straight through the page, and it will soon affect people's sanity.

But the golden divine chains of order firmly locked Daowen, making him unable to move between the virtual and the real.

"This...isn't this the talisman formation of Prince Yin's lineage?!

But according to Li Tuizhi's explanation, it was clearly Zhang Buqi who handed it to him! "

Things that were used a hundred years ago were used ten years ago, and they were still used with their own inheritance...

Zhang Buqi seems to know the development of destiny very well...